We had to drive across the Moors today, which while absolutely beautiful, made me completely carsick. We ended up on the coast, at Whitby, a seaside town on the east coast, and home to Whitby Abbey, the jet trade, the setting from Bram Stoker’s Dracula, and one time home to Captain Cook.
So, lots to see.
We started the morning at Whitby Abbey, which is set high above the town. Using the audio guide, which featured the voice of St. Aelfred, a (woman) saint. She chronicled the Abbey’s history, through her time to St. Hilda’s, all the way to the bombing of WWI. It was very theatrical, and pretty entertaining. The family who bought the estate after the monastery’s dissolution during Henry VIII’s reign built a large house, of which only the exterior survives. The inside has been converted into a museum for the Abbey, and has many fabulous archaeological finds. I wish I could have gotten some pictures through the glass.
After Whitby we wound our way up the coast, eventually stopping in Skelton (nothing there, bought some candy, saw both a Cooperative grocery store and a Cooperative Funeral Home), and at the “Littlest Church in England”. What do you think?
Supposedly prehistoric, but actually mid-19th century. Ugh.
We got home after nine, I think we spent a total of five hours in the car. I definitely spent the last two hours playing the “Thankful” game with myself.
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